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trouble - bussin remix lyrics

bussin!
they all bussin for trouble-trouble
og’s, young n-ggas, n-ggas younger than them
bussin!
they all bussin for trouble-trouble

[verse 1: trouble]
one thing i’ll never understand is
how could a man be afraid of another man
who bleed the same as you and i can
it’s just with me you’ll see more n-ggas than a nfl huddle
grandmas, uncles, aunties, sisters,cousins and brothers
and they all bussin for trouble
younnguns going off straight yam like y’all ready to cut you
with a machete – f-ck you! and any other n-gga
who sneak dissin get yo people missin
don’t want no n0boby to be scared
just be prepared
the situation goons go get your dimes, tell em do as i say
i said betta scream my name, p-ssy den tuck ya chain
and it’s a shame, cause you thought it was just my youngins dat shoot
surprised to see trouble was jumpin too (bussin)

[verse 2: yo gotti]

any n-gga go against the king
k!ll a n-gga by any means
n-gga try to run but couldn’t duck the beam
cmg n-gga dats the team

gunpowder, sh-lls jump out, hit the ground
p-ssy -ss rappers keep talkin den man down
duct tape, what up trouble, 100
man they rap about it but none of these n-ggas done it
the hood, i’m from it
and if i catch a murder one, i’m runnin
you snitchin, i’m comin
what’s a n-gga with some money without a team
p-ssy -ss n-gga ain’t no real n-gga gene
gunplay, every time i step out on the scene
yellow tape, n-ggas shouldn’ta never crossed the king
murder rate, risin its the highest you ever scene
funeral, pinch yoself, b-tch this not a dream
and all i’m doin is bussin

[hook-trouble]

[verse 3: waka flocka flame}
it ain’t nothin to me
sh-t i get it done
try to run pump to ya back like bobby johnson son
ok, these n-ggas talkin murda
i’m the type to hit they mama wit the f-ckin burner
beat a b-tch and call me ike turner
i’m from the grove we get stripes if we burn ya
i earn ya that mean doa
when the fo’s pull up, they gon say flock don’t play
bussin, on that grove man they bussin
upperdale, rex road man they bussin
i’m from clayco n-gga squad give the say so n-gga
you ain’t bout no murda you talkin out ya a-hole n-gga

[hook-trouble]

[verse 4: trae tha truth]
they all bussin for trae (4x)
og’s, young n-ggas, n-ggas than them
they all bussin for trae (4x)
og’s, young n-ggas, n-ggas than them
bussin

i bet they all bussin for this -ssh0l-
when it come to houston i’m the king of the streets
in the bottom where n-ggas cash is low
i’ll put ya in a box if ya don’t get low
f-ck with me that’s where ya -ss will go
tec-9’s, aks and mac 9’s in the back of the trunk finna crash ya door
yeah b-tch i might ride, wrap ya -ss up
b-tch i’m for real, beat ya -ss up
duct tape ya face, stain ya -ss up
put ya in the trunk, bang ya -ss up
i don’t do the talking, b-tch i’m a army
hood navy seal, bet you can’t harm me
lookin for me b-tch i’m in the back of the tank on sw-ngas
i bet a m-th-f-cka won’t bomb me
i’ll be d-mn if they stoppin this
h-town to a-town i’m hood wit it
for the n-ggas like to trap or try to bang
real talk you can tell em i’m good wit it
bring ya -ss to the bottom of the city, bet you ain’t gon make it up out it
every n-gga i know represent the same sh-t i do
doin they biz get ya -ss the f-ck out

[hook – trouble]

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